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krept & konan - green street lyrics

[hook: fekky]
you ain’t making no dough what you talking ’bout
you ain’t talking ’bout us what you talking ’bout
all my n-ggas get dough what you talking ’bout
you’re a bummy n-gga (yeah!)
c’mon then (c’mon then)
c’mon then
you wanna straightner
c’mon then (c’mon then)
c’mon then (c’mon then)
c’mon then

[verse 1: konan]
yeah rude girl you better fix up
bout you’re lying in my bed all goofed up
couple truey’s and a couple gucci’s
if the devil wear’s prada
thank god i’m in louis
so much tweets got my phone froze
girls ring me cuz they know i throw dough
better have a plan b about bump me
you won’t get jumped you’ll get bungeed
soon as i step through the door
i told boss man give me more
i’m like one shot, two shot, three shot, four
now i can’t feel my face someone get me off the floor
dead thing tryna kiss me
i told her behave with ya sh-t weave
hold on to your wifey
i ain’t wiley but i’ll give ya miss d

[hook]

[verse 2: krept]
put money in her cup
but trust me she knows it
took her home enjoyed that
trust me she condoned it
i know these hoes think i’d wife them as well
kick a ho in the head bout she wanna be my girl
play dirty b-tches love the s-x
get your miss taken if you don’t come correct
train for this as real as they f-ckin get
think my n-ggas playing, til they bust your head
all my boys been loyal from a junior
no snakes around hear like medusa
left your girl’s crutches [?]
ask her so you know it ain’t a rumour
f-cked her first link and you wifed it
side man with a side chick
said you make a lot of money
what a lying pr-ck
you walked straight in the shop
didn’t buy sh-t

[hook]

[verse 3: fekky]
you say you want it dog you n-ggas must be silly
i got that thingy mate i tuck it by my w-lly
and you can hate me but you know you gotta feel me
now hit a n-gga up have ’em spinning like a frisbee
i got that [?] you know i got that whitney
i got that [?] you know them [?] looking pretty
and you’ll never catch me shotting to a nitty
never going jail for a f-cking 3 for 50
i’ve come a long way from walking round the block (round the block)
a long way from talking to them cops (f-ck the cops)
and them f-ck boys been peering what i got
i’m like i ain’t got sh-t all i got is gun shots
all i got is gun shots (yeah!)
i’m like f-ck em though
you ain’t bust shots
he ain’t touch em though
me and my man, hmm touch and go
but if i catch him in the strip i might touch and go

[hook]

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